by Catherinebutterfly

"Nigger"! he said to me "stupid black nigger. I hate the air you breathe"

I turned and laughed and then I smiled at him

"What's funny, stupid nigger," he asked.

You hate the air I breathe? You think you hate me instead you love me."

"What nigger?" he hollered at me.

"You are literally breathing the air I breath, you inhale my every breath the same air I breathe, you breathed in and out. That which I release from my body, goes into your body as well. Energy in motion, mingling with each other and the natural world, dude. Call me what you please but know this, I am, you are me, we are two peas in one pod."

"What? Now I know you're crazy. Stupid nigger."

"OK!" I said, "I am a nigger and you, are in denial. Well we are all variations, a theme unique and the same."

"Not one of us white folks looks like you and your stupid monkey looking selves."

"We look exactly alike, only you light bright with straight hair."

"Nigger, you are crazy as sure as my name is little man and we never will look like you niggers."

Enjoying it all now, I stopped walking turned to look him in the eyes and said, "We have the same features internal organs. We might even have the same DNA. We have the same impermanence of life and specter of death the hope for wholeness and the desire for love."

"You are crazy nigger and your mama is crazy for dropping you out her hole."

"Okay," I said. "I accept your hate, your sickness, but know this when you get home ask your mama for the truth, and see what she tells you. Don't be shocked by what your mama tell you." I had him now by the balls and he didn't know what to say or do. He was hollering loud at the top of his lungs now.

"You ugly black balled headed, stupid nigger. What can you tell me about my mama?" he asked. "My mama don't know you."

"That woman that dropped me out of her hole is the same woman that nursed you back to life, when your mama didn't have no milk to give you."

"You stupid" he said. "No, I am Nigger you stupid."

I turned and walked off. "See you later Son."

"Nigger don't you call me son, I ain't your son. You stupid ugly nigger."

"Look in the mirror when you get home son. I am your sister."

A couple of hours later, he made news. Adoption, how sweet it can be. I nigger, he crazy in Tinkle Park. Me Nigger! Me free.

NIGGER by Catherinebutterfly

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